For sport was not his grip.
The above brief but touching confession of disastrous failure, recorded by Timothy Pipkins,—a sporting student of St. Jago's Hospital,—is indicative of the Nemesis from an offended fate, that frequently foils the improvident hunter of matrimonial adventure.
THE BEDROOM CURSE AND THE MURDERED COCKATOO
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And time there was, that jocks did funk, to mount, and run the race with him.
He won by length, he won by head, he saved the race by nose, and ear,
Till all the jocks, around their pints, exclaimed the thing was devilish queer.
